Wednesday: A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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When was the last time you wrote a Drabble? If you're having trouble getting back to writing, then a Drabble is a perfect way to ease into it. Just one hundred little words (you can use big words if you prefer), and you've got yourself a nice little bit of story telling; piece o'cake.

Here's the challenge: Write a Drabble every day for the rest of the week.  Just try it, and let your fingers do the walking, so to speak. One hundred words about MFU, something to finish out the year that was 2020, and launch into a new year with words on the page. Give us something to talk about.

Try it. You'll like it.

***This entry is dedicated to catch phrases ;) 

Secrets - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“Illya my friend, it’s almost New Year’s Eve. What are you planning?”

Illya Kuryakin had expected this, he knew his partner would already have plans, possibly more than one.  He’d been known to have two dates; one in reserve in case the first one folded up like an umbrella.

“Napoleon, my friend… We’ve been on two continents, one THRUSH compound and spent another night here in Medical. I have no intention of celebrating that.”

Napoleon smiled. 

“You have a date, I already know that.”

“You don’t know everything.”

“Tell me.”

“I think not.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m a spy.”

“Hmmph.”

"He who rules the radio rules the world" for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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(a double drabble)

Kuryakin was behind the wheel of the silver Impala and he was driving at a good clip with the radio blasting, singing along with the song that was playing. It was a sunny day he was in an unusually good mood.

“I can't wait forever, Even though you want me to, I can't wait forever even though you want me to... Time won't let me, ohh…”

Solo, in the passenger seat tried tuning the station, but Illya slapped his hand.

“Stop! I am enjoying this song.”

“I’m not. I want Mantovani or Bacharach.”

“Tsk”

“Well I prefer easy listening to rock and roll.”

“I am driving, I control the radio.”

“Since when?”

“New rule.

“Hmmh!” Napoleon gave him the cold shoulder for the rest of the journey, ruining Illya’s mood.

On the return trip, Napoleon drove and reached to tune the radio to ‘his’ station.

Kuryakin again slapped his hand. “New, new rule. Passenger controls radio. Now keep your eyes on the road before you get us lost...again.”

The Trouble in Times Square Affair: Chapter 9

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“I told you he wasn’t dead!  He’s coming around.  He works for the Claibornes, KILL HIM!”

Napoleon was splayed out on his back on the snow – covered ground, head spinning from an unexpected blow, surrounded by several voices all raised in a combination of fear, anger and excitement; but hearing that command forced his eyes open and made him throw up his hands defensively as he used his legs to slide away from that voice.  “No!  I don’t work for the Claibornes!”  He looked around quickly to see five young women who appeared to be in their mid – teens to early twenties who, like him, were woefully underdressed for the weather.  “My name is Napoleon Solo and I work for the United Network Command for Law Enforcement.  I’m investigating the Claibornes.”  He smiled briefly to show, he hoped, that he meant no harm.  “May I ask: Who are you young ladies, what are you doing here, wherever here is, and what do you know about the Claibornes?”

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